Here's a wee poem :P
I was once rather lonely,
Though it wasn't that intense,
A bluebird fluttered into my yard
And perched upon my fence.
I befriended this bluebird,
But with it, a bitch was born,
It kept quiet when it was a puppy
Just sat there on my lawn.
The bluebird was indeed my friend,
I fed it and it chirped,
But my attempts to keep the bitch away
Never really worked.
The bluebird chirped less as it grew,
The bitch, however, growled,
It stood up in my garden
But it wasn't yet that loud.
As the bitch grew older,
It developed a harsh bark,
The bluebird sat there silently,
Afraid to leave its mark.
I tried to reach out for the bird,
Hold onto it this way,
But then the bitch kept barking,
And the bluebird flew away.
Now I'm left here with the dog,
Each bark it does sounds new,
It scolds me and I can't stop wondering,
What has happened to you?
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confessions of a thinkaholic : poetry and prose
PoetryThere are a lot of thoughts in my head. Sometimes I turn them into poems. Here's a collection of poems, or miscellaneous pieces of writing, that I'd like to share.
